


An article in a newspaper:
By ANNE GEARAN, Associated Press Writer
Wed Jul 22, 10:09 pm ET
The only honourable way out for the President Obama is to say sorry to Sgt James Crawley, the Cambridge police and the general police force of USA, and that too, immediately. Any delay by explanations and excuses will only aggravate the situation, what with his popularity poll already going on the downside with the economy still not on the recovery road. Already, it has been said that in Cambridge, police union members have held a news conference in solidarity behind Sgt Crawley and are requesting a formal apology from Obama for his emotional outburst.
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There is no magic in magic shows anymore. I wonder if there are any magic shows anymore in the world, what with the secrets of the ‘magic’ displays having been revealed on the TVs.
Dear honourable PM. I am proud that I at last have a PM of my beloved Malaysia who is so humble to have a blog for the people to keep in close contact with him. I know your 1Malaysia concept is very heartfelt - to unite the various races in Malaysia. Your blog is one of the paths in achieving that. However, in doing so, I am sad to say that you seem to have unknowingly neglected to give importance to a basic pride of the Indians - the Tamil language. Your blog accomadates only three of the four main languages of the nation, clearly neglecting the Tamil language. As we know our education system also gives importance to the teaching of the language in the educational institutions. As such I am sure a suitable candidate could be found in dealing with the language in your blog. Having a Tamil version will go a long way in helping the Indians to feel that they are indeed a requisite for the needs of 1Malaysia concept. I thank you PM for letting me have my opinion expressed out.
The Williams sisters made the sports headlines yet again. In the recently held Wimbledon Tennis Tournament (22nd June to 5th July), Venus Williams, the elder sister and Serena Williams, the younger, faced each other in the final again. They had met each other in the previous
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I have a confession to make. I am a confirmed diabetic and I am not supposed to consume foods and drinks that are sugary. In addition, I have been strongly advised by the folks around, who know of my condition, to strictly avoid foods and drinks such as ice cream, cakes, sweets, gassed drinks, (like my favourites - sarsi and cococola) rice to an extent, sugared drinks - tea, coffee, etc., including even my darling chendol! (the coconut milk, brown sugar, chendol leaf drink).
Fruits to avoid were durians (number 1 in the list, but last in my willingness to avoid!) bananas, chikus, etc. To emphasize my love for the durians, here is a short anecdote! Once upon a time, not long ago, I drove out with my then 24-year-old son to the Taiping ‘airport’. See, ‘airport’ is in the inverted commas? This is because, practically, you will find no aeroplanes or helicopters there, even if you strolled along there the umpteenth time. Not even a pitiful kite, mind you! Birds, yes, but who goes to airports to see birds! Well, here in the Taiping ‘airport’, you will only see the dilapidated buildings that stand as testimonies of the place having been used during the colonial times for military purposes.
You see, we had heard news from friends that parachute jumpings were going on at the ‘airport’. And we decided to make it our immediate destination. My son, having turned into a photograph enthusiast recently, armed himself with his Nikon camera and we were on our way! We reached the place in 20 minutes’ time.
Yes, a helicopter was there! But the front part of the helicopter (sorry, the actual word refuses to come into my mind) had already been covered by a canopy, indicating that the proceedings of the day had ended, and perhaps, indeed the whole affair, since we also saw things being carried onto a lorry. The two big tanks attached to the side of the copter had clear big writings on them, stating BOMBA. Oh, so it was the fire and rescue department having its training. I asked my son to take a photo of the helicopter, for all our trouble. He did not want to demean his pet camera by snapping at a hooded helicopter! He, however, obliged me with his hand phone.
Having failed in our venture, we started to drive back to our house. Now being the durian season, there were durian stalls at every odd corners of the roads. We passed one. The sweet, strong smell of the durians was too much for me to bear. I asked my son of about buying some durians. My son, bless his soul, he being no less crazy for durians than I am, immediately nodded his head. That was it! The green signal has been given! Be it a flimsy excuse! The car stopped and out I went. And in came a bunch of sweet smelling durians! They emitted the pungent smell in the car all the way home. Who cared? I cared! I adored the smell!
For the non-Malaysian readers of this blog, the Latin name for the fruit is Durio zibethinus. Durians are round to oval shaped fruits, more or less about the size of a soccer ball, with their husks having greenish to greenish-yellow colours. The sharp and thick thorn like husks envelop the mostly white to yellowish fleshy fruits inside. The aroma emitted by the fruits is not far from smell of ammonia gas. It is more on the sweeter side of ammonia gas. Sweeter side of ammonia gas? Ha! Ha! That's a good one! But boy! Don’t the Malaysians love it! Well, ...ahem...maybe not all Malaysians.
We reached home. My mother and wife were excited to see the durians, but they did not show it, their excitement, I mean, on their faces. They were afraid to show it, lest it would encourage me to bring home more durians in future, they being the first ones to have implored me not to consume sweet foodstuffs. Their actions proved otherwise. A knife to split open the durians, a clean cloth to hold on to the durian while splitting and the spread of old newspapers on the floor within such a short period were a giveaway! Well, who can avoid devouring the all-compelling durians? Durians, being kings, we can only make confessions.
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The civil war between the Sri Lankan government forces and the Tamil Tigers had been going on for so long and the authorities of the world seemed helpless. It just seemingly ended after the endless killings and maimings of the masses. One fears that it has not ended yet, concretely.
The Israeli and Palestinian deadly confrontations have been a daily affair for decades now. And the people are yet to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Killings after killings are the order of the day but no definite solution in sight.
Whither the powerful bodies and the more powerful men of the world? Are you lost for ideas for solutions for the problems of the world? It clearly seems so. All you have up your sleeves are sanctions – trade embargo on of food, fuel, weapons, etc. against the rogue nations. And they have not worked. But you are still adamant of using the same solution for all the problems. It is time for you to sit together and search out for more revelations. Otherwise, these problems will just remain as precedents, with more trouble spots and tribulations to follow, encouraged by the incompetence of the leaders.
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